Yeah, y'all know the drill. mrs. whitlock-hale and I don't own these characters, and we really don't own the some of the plot either. Characters are Stephenie Meyers, and the part of the plot that doesn't belong to us belongs to the talented writer, Ms. Nina Bangs.

BPOV

"ANGELA!!"

"Yes, Bella?"

"How could you?"

I was astounded. Ms. Goody-Goody Angela Weber had actually entered my name in a drawing for a late-night-radio give-away that would leave any self-respecting girl such as myself speechless. A three-week-long stay at the Wicked Castle Adult Theme Park for four. And here's the best part: I was the winner. They'd been announcing my name on the radio for the past 5 minutes.

Talk about embarrassing.

"Come on, Bella," Angela said. "It will be fun! What's a little promiscuous fun here and there?"

"Angela!!" This girl was starting to scare me. She was always so sweet, so innocent. Unless… "Have you been drinking?"

"Maybe just a little bit," she said. "Besides, I told you that my boyfriend was the financial manager for the theme park, and that he'd get to pick the winner!"

"Yeah, but…come on, Angela! Me? Have fun at an adult theme park? You know how I feel about places like that!" I struggled to get the key to my dorm out of my purse, and almost tripped because I was trying to do it while walking.

Again. When will I ever learn?

"Bella, please? Just call the talk-show," Angela pleaded. She knew I was a sucker for guilt trips. "Just take the trip, and then if you didn't like it, you can murder me afterwards if you want to."

"Fine. But you owe me big time for this, Angela." I was at my dorm-room door, and I hung up my phone. As soon as I walked in, I saw my dorm-mates Alice and Rosalie getting ready for bed and the last day of school at the same time.

"Bella, what's wrong?" Rosalie asked. "You look like Mike Newton just tried to make another move on you and actually succeeded."

"Gee, thanks, Rosalie," I said sarcastically. The curlers in her hair would've looked ridiculous on anyone else, but, as always, she made them look good. "And—" My phone rang again, and the CID told me it was Esme, our friend who was a junior and was renting her own place right now instead of staying in the dormitory that used to belong to her and her dorm-mate who graduated last year, but was now ours. (If that makes any sense at all.)

"BELLA!!"

Oh, crap.

"Hello, Esme. Would you mind not screaming in my ear?" I asked sweetly, putting the phone on speaker while I got ready for bed.

"Well, maybe I wouldn't have to scream in your ear if you'd told at least me that you'd entered yourself for the Wicked Castle Three Week Stay Giveaway!" she practically screamed.

Alice and Rosalie both stopped what they were doing to gape at me, jaws dropping to the floor in their astonishment. Alice was the first to come out of her trance when Esme started wondering aloud if I was still there. She ran to the radio and turned it onto the late-night show where they were blasting my name loud and clear. Rosalie grabbed the phone off the cradle, dialed the number, and took the trip for me, acting as if she had won instead of me.

Not that I minded. I wasn't really in the mood, and I really didn't want the trip for myself.

EPOV

Come on, Isabella Swan, I thought sarcastically. Call in and claim your prize, courtesy of my brothers and I. Her name had been blasted on the radio for almost 15 minutes and she still hadn't called in to claim the trip that my brothers and I had organized with some help from our father. I still wasn't sure me and my three older brothers could pull this off, but it was worth a shot. We'd asked our finance manager, Eric Yorkie, to help with the financial hit this would probably take, what with women being such huge money-spenders that they'd probably shop until we were either bankrupt, or had nothing in stock anymore. That should be fun.

"Miss Isabella Swan, if you're listening, you have won the Wicked Castle Three Week Stay Giveaway. To claim your prize, please call 713-1-HOT-957," the radio announcer said with faked enthusiasm. It was kind of sickening. "HOT 957, who is this?" the talk-show host asked as a faint ring in the background sounded.

"Isabella Swan," a female voice said. "Did I seriously win the contest?"

"Yes, you did." Screaming in the background, and something that sounded like, "Omigod, omigod, OMIGOD!!" Now talking into the phone, she said, "Oh, my God, thank you so much!"

"And who are you going to take with you, Ms. Swan?" the announcer asked.

"Oh, that's so a no-brainer. My friends Rose Hale, Alice Brandon, and Esme McCarty." She's a prep, I thought. Wonderful.

"Well, you four have fun, and, tell me, Isabella, are you hot, or not?"

"I'm so HOT 957." The girl hung up the phone, and the disc jockey started playing the song Low by Flo Rida, I guess in contribution to the theme park. My phone rang, and I looked at the CID. It was Mike Newton, our knight in shining armor who saved the "damsels in distress" at the park.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Cullen?"

"Mike, how many times do I have to tell you?" I asked him. "Just call me Edward."

"Yes, sir," he said. When he didn't speak for a minute, I wondered aloud why he'd called me in the first place. "Well, sir, it's just that…well…Isabella Swan—you know, the winner of the contest?—well, she's not really the type for a theme park like this, and it might intimidate her."

"Well, she certainly sounded jazzed about it on the radio," I said, recalling all of her omigod's.

"Yeah, about that," he said, sounding like he was nervous. "Well, you see sir…that wasn't actually her."

"WHAT! What do you mean that wasn't her?" I was yelling now, and more than one of the staff looked at me with either concern if I'd known them for a while, or fear if they were one of the new workers.

"That was her friend Rose."

"Wait, one of the girls that she was supposed to be bringing with her to the park?"

"Yep."

"Oh, God." I pinched the bridge of my nose with my forefinger and thumb, a gesture I did when I was stressed out or irritated and trying to calm down. "So, what? Are they going to come, or is this Rose character going to come in place of her?"

"Well, knowing Rose, Alice and Esme—the other two that are supposedly coming with her—they'll pretty much persuade her into going. She's a sucker for guilt trips, and Alice plays on that into getting Bella to go shopping. She—"

"How do you know so much about them, Mike?" I asked, feeling a little annoyed that he knew so much about her.

"Oh, well, I go to school with them," he said. "And Bella's also my almost-girlfriend."

"What in the world is an 'almost-girlfriend'?" I asked.

"Well, I've asked her, but she hasn't given me an answer yet," he said, sounding almost proud of himself. "And we've also gone out a few times, but if you ask her, she'll say it was only as friends."

"Well Mike, that's certainly…wow." I didn't know what to say to that. "Thanks for the heads up. Now, please go change. The park will be opening up soon, and we'll need everyone on staff for tonight."

"Yes, sir," he said, hanging up right afterwards. So, Mike and this Isabella Swan. Or, Bella, as he called her. This should be an interesting three weeks.

As I was walking inside the castle to get changed into my work "outfit", I thought, I wonder if Bella knows he works here as the knight in shining armor?